Once a naive boy

I first felt something unusual about my mother's body when I was ten. It was at night, and I was sleeping in my mosquito net. My mother, who had gotten wet in the rain, came into the room to change clothes. She was in a hurry and didn't notice me in there. She started changing with the light on. I was awake at the time, and when I saw her come in to change, I suddenly felt a chill. My mother was completely naked in no time. She didn't notice a pair of eyes greedily staring at her mature naked body through the mosquito net. My mother was only thirty years old then, the most mature age for a woman. Her round breasts, her fair skin, and the tuft of pubic hair on her full mons pubis made my penis instantly erect. At that time, I didn't know anything about sex; I just felt my mouth go dry and my heart race.

I've always been timid and never dared to sleep alone. My only sibling is my older sister, who is only a year older than me. Logically, my sister and I should have a good relationship, but we've never played together since childhood, and I even refused to sleep in the same room as her. I was very attached to my mother from a young age, and I could only fall asleep with her. So, even at ten years old, I still slept in the same bed with her, at one end of the bed, while my father slept at the other. People in the countryside aren't so particular; no one found it strange that a ten-year-old boy was still sleeping with his mother. Besides, I had a bad habit since I was little: I couldn't fall asleep without touching my mother's breasts, and that was still true at ten. My mother didn't think it was a problem. I was the only boy in the family, and she doted on me. In her eyes, I was still that nursing baby, and of course, there was nothing wrong with a child touching his mother's breasts. Before that peeping incident, I didn't think it was anything special either. However, after that time I peeked at my mother's naked body, my hand on her breasts started to feel strange. I became dissatisfied with just keeping my hand on her breasts; I started pinching her nipples and caressing her breasts. Of course, all of this was done late at night when she was asleep and I wasn't. Gradually, I became dissatisfied with just touching her breasts. One night, I touched my mother's breasts for a while, then my hand moved down, touching her lower abdomen for a bit. Then, with a nervous heart, I slowly slipped my hand into her panties. The first thing I touched was a soft tuft of hair. I vaguely knew it was wrong, but this thought didn't stop me; instead, it excited me even more. I knew I had touched my mother's pubic hair. Just as my hand was about to continue exploring downwards, my mother probably woke up a little. She pulled my hand out, turned her back, and went back to sleep. After a long time, I tried again, but again, she woke up as soon as my hand entered her panties. My mother took my hand out again, but that was all. She didn't say anything or do anything; she just went back to sleep. Eventually, I couldn't resist anymore and fell asleep without realizing it. For a while afterward, I tried a few more times, but the process was similar to the first time. After a while, being a child at heart, I was still confused and didn't understand much about sex, so I stopped there. A year or two later, as I grew older, I stopped sleeping with my mother, and that was the end of it.

When I was sixteen, my family sent me to a vocational school in another city. The first two years were fine; I focused entirely on my studies and didn't date. I'm considered good-looking, so finding a girlfriend at school wouldn't have been a problem, but I've always been shy, and coupled with conservative thinking, I didn't have much contact with girls while I was in school. Everything proceeded as planned; life was normal, yet somewhat dull. In my third year of vocational school, my family's financial situation improved significantly. To make things easier for my studies, my mother bought me a computer. Being in puberty and with no one to supervise me, I gradually became addicted to pornographic websites. Staring at the vivid close-ups of actresses' genitals, I ejaculated repeatedly, imagining myself fucking them from every angle. From some point, the memory of my mother's naked body when I was ten years old gradually became clearer in my mind. By this time, I was basically grown up, and I wasn't as ignorant of human relationships as I was as a child. I tried my best to avoid thinking about my mother in that way; I knew that even thinking about it was taboo, shameful. At first, I didn't dare read those incestuous novels online, thinking they were truly perverted and shameless, afraid that I would become a pervert myself if I read them. The stronger the restraint, the stronger the backlash. Finally, I couldn't resist the temptation and read an incestuous story between a mother and son. Unexpectedly, this story brought me an unprecedented climax. I was obsessed. However, at the beginning, I didn't dare to imagine my mother as the female protagonist when I masturbated. People's courage grows, and one time, I imagined myself having sex with my mother. This time, the reaction was strong; I was so excited that I almost fainted. I got hooked, and when I masturbated, I would recall my mother's naked appearance while calling out her name. Each time, it gave me a feeling of heaven. Finally, summer vacation came, and I realized that I was no longer that ignorant teenager. My wolf-like eyes would frequently glance at my mother's sensitive areas. My mother was still oblivious; she still thought I was the obedient child in her arms. She had no idea what kind of shocking thoughts I had harbored. One hot noon, my father went out on business, and my sister fell asleep in the outer room. I went into my mother's bedroom; she was asleep in bed. The fan was on, and she was sleeping soundly. Although she was almost forty, her figure was still very well-maintained due to her hard work. Her legs weren't particularly long, but they were fair, full, and fleshy. Her sleeping posture was quite indecent; her legs were wide open, her hands at her sides, forming a stark shape, as if she were about to be fucked. The fan occasionally blew up her nightgown, giving me a clear view of her lower body. She was wearing a small white thong, her full mons pubis stretching the thong high, clearly showing the imprints left by her labia, and some pubic hair peeking out from the edge of the thong. My blood rushed to my head, and my penis instantly became erect. I didn't care about the consequences; I turned around, locked the door, and climbed into bed. I quickly stripped off my own clothes, not even bothering to remove my mother's nightgown and bra. I pulled her nightgown up to her waist and then down her panties, not caring if I woke her up. My surging lust made me reckless. To get her panties off, I had to move her large buttocks. Perhaps I was too tired, because she still didn't wake up. Although I had never had sex before, I had already learned various positions from videos. My eyes were bloodshot, and my penis was as hard as iron. I spread my mother's thighs wider, slid the head of my penis around in her cleft a couple of times, found the vaginal opening, and slowly pushed it in. Ah, so good, finally inside my mother's cunt. Without any lubrication, my mother's vagina was a little dry, but this only intensified the pleasure of the friction between my penis and the inner walls of her vagina. My mother's vagina was so tight, and with the most taboo thing in the world—the mother-son relationship—being broken, I almost ejaculated as soon as I entered her. I didn't want to end this ultimate pleasure so soon. Calming myself, I hoisted Mom's plump, white legs onto my shoulders and began slowly thrusting in and out of her vagina. Not daring to thrust too quickly, I savored the tightness of her vagina. Incredibly, Mom hadn't woken up yet. This position had one advantage: I could observe my penis entering and exiting her vagina while I was having sex, which was incredibly pleasurable. After a while, I wanted to play with Mom's breasts again. I lowered her legs, but my penis remained inside her vagina. I wanted to strip Mom naked before slowly having sex with her again. Just as I was about to pull her nightgown off her head, Mom suddenly opened her eyes. At first, she seemed confused, but after a moment, she realized her son was having sex with her. I was also shocked, wondering how she would react. I hadn't thought much about it when I started, but now I was afraid. What if she screamed? Mom didn't scream. I immediately understood that she was even more afraid of being found out than I was. She started pushing me away forcefully with her hands, pulling her legs back, trying to get my penis out of her vagina. I was only scared for a moment at first, then I understood why Mom wouldn't make a sound. I wasn't about to let go of this easy prey. I pulled Mom into my arms, grabbed her hands tightly and pinned them to her buttocks, then wrapped my arms around her waist, continuing to fuck her from below in a seated position. Mom struggled desperately, and I could barely hold her. I whispered, "If you move again, my sister outside will hear." Mom stopped struggling violently, but she still wouldn't cooperate, twisting and turning. But the more she did this, the more it aroused me. I continued to hold her with one hand, and with the other, I completely removed her bra, sucking on her nipples. It was so stimulating! The pleasure of rape, the incestuous pleasure of fucking my own mother, the visual pleasure of my mother's large breasts swaying back and forth, the pleasure of my mother's tight vagina gripping me—all of it rushed over me at once. I knew I was about to ejaculate. Ignoring Mom's frantic grabbing, I freed my hands and gripped her plump buttocks, thrusting into her vagina with relentless, rapid strokes. Although Mom was still struggling, her physiological reactions were uncontrollable; her vagina became increasingly wet, and my penis grew harder and harder, thrusting faster and faster inside her, making the bed creak loudly. Finally, I ejaculated into my own mother's cunt. After finishing with Mom, I released her and withdrew. Mom seemed a little dazed, sitting there naked, not even making eye contact with me. I didn't want to explain anything, so I got dressed and left. The bed was covered in smears of vaginal fluid—who cares? I walked out of Mom's bedroom; my sister was still sleeping there. She can really sleep; I had been fucking Mom for almost twenty minutes, making so much noise, and she hadn't woken up. I was a little relieved; if she had noticed, it would have been over.
[The End]

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